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mill
in this satanic mill
in this satanic mill
you can spend your life


Leave it alone, let it stop
but we won't let the matter drop
we're going to milk

Do what you love until it becomes all that you hate

Dead dream dragging
Bloating, sagging
Always nagging
Attention-begging

We got it all on tape

got it
Fat boy, rich nigga, with a appetite
Count money all night under the candlelight
Spinnin' vinyl, Teddy P, or is it Lionel?
Not a model, but I

out
(Ya hear me?)
This year a hunned mill I'm a cash out
(Ya hear me?)
Today a 100k ain't none brag about
(Ya hear me?)
The king pull it right,
Big bank

Yeah, it's me on the sample, by the way
What in the world was you thinkin'
What in the world was you drinkin'
First mill gon' be the hardest
Second

Here's a little more grist for your coffers.
Run it up the flagpole, it's as safe as maypo -You
salute, I drop my pants.Either feeding the machine,
Or just

a piece/Up all night, I ain't heard of sleep/

You can feel how you wanna feel/I was in the field/
Runnin it up, tryna get a Mill/ off of flipping Pills//
I

Yellow Brick Road

K-Camp

Only Way Is Up

2015

the rap game sewed up
You can tell that I'm getting to the fetti
Throw it up just like confetti
All my younger bitches petty
Put my bitch inside the Lexus
I

Every day I’m all about that dollar bill hoe
That R E S P E C T I kill for
Lost a hundred grand
Made a hundred mill though
My money long, your money

left from around
It's all money matters
Getting it in
Like the club going down
And it's going down
I love to hustle and play
Like sex all night with

I need a milli
I need a mill on me now
I need a milli
I need a mill on me now
Clothes are so filthy
Nobody wants me around
Oh my God will these

it in, it's no bigger than your fist
And the top of the loaf is all covered in grist

Honesty's all out of fashion
These are the rigs of the time,

still
All the chattin' ain't gon cop you a mill
Only body count you got is at nil
Who sayin' it's only drillers on drill
Would you look at me I'm out here

apologists
Bereavement when that trauma hit
And if you seen it, then you know it's real
If fate is the millstone, we are the grist
The white sun brought blight

to the jungles
Bloods all in the field
Cant be meek with these niggas
Motherfucker where the mills
I was born in the dino
Raised in the ville
Kicked it on slauson

three nil
One mill, two mill, three mill
But who's countin'? Uh
How the fuck could you doubt me?

I'm from where they don't make it, but a hundred

be shippin' 'Za inside the mail
It's not no bando
If you listen to what I'm saying, yeah
You'd get yourself a bankroll
Got mill's on top of these

eat
Got that gwuap then you can speak
A mill I’m tryna seek
A mill I’m tryna seek
Tryna fuck up on this freak
Man that wine it got me geek
Tryna her hit

siege, it made a cannonball of mud
Destroyed four towns, left seven score dead
The day of the Mill River flood
The day of the Mill River flood

a stage on it, now my bed rocking
Rocking like one of my shows
All she wearing is perfume, she love my cologne
And I been waiting on my moment what feel

gold dig'
Gold diggers
Gold diggers
Gold diggers
Because that's how I know it
I know it
Bitch I know fucking made it

I don't wanna make those mills
I

Money on my mind so I can't sit still
Made a couple moves when it all got real
Ain't slowing down 'til I get me a mill
Want to know how it feels

Twisting on their rusted hooks
It seems a cogent bargain

Whistle in the darkened mist
Your victory is pyrrhic
You have ground it all to grist
It's earnestly

that shit run-of-the-mill
Fucking hella fans that shit run-of-the-mill
Copping all this Prada like it's run-of-the-mill
Fucking on your daughter like